TITLE: The Darkest Hours
By Jeryl Jasmine
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It is in the darkest hours of the night,
That I have to battle with all my might,
It is then when a sense of gloom prevades,
It doesn't care about the strides I've made.
It opens all the old wounds that haven't healed,
It's a mighty power that it weilds,
Diging deep into all the old scars,
Imprisoning me behind thick, painful bars.
But I refuse to listen to old tapes,
I want to learn from my mistakes.
I will never, never give in,
No matter what it takes, this fight I must win.
I will not let the gloom engulf me,
I'll stand up and be free.
I have found someone to be my guide,
He is always there at my side,
He loves me with all my hurt and pain.
It was for me His son was slain,
For me the crown of thorns was placed upon His head,
For me the sacrifical blood was shed.
So with Him by my side I will take a stand,
And fight the darkness with my hand in His hand.
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